Transmigration: A person in a martial arts world, cultivating to ascend to immortality

The two walked out of the teahouse with perfect understanding and chose the street as the location for their duel.

The rain has not stopped.

Apart from the two of them, there was no one else on the entire street.

A series of raindrops pounded on the bluestone ground, splashing water droplets, but when they fell on the two of them, it was as if they were blocked by a transparent barrier, and their clothes and hair were not wet at all.

Seeing this, Qi Changqing, who was watching the two's every move, couldn't help but feel a little envious.

With true qi protecting the body, one remains dry even when rain falls.

This is a technique that only masters who have reached the highest level can use.

His current strength is only at the late stage of the second-rate level. He still has a long way to go before he can reach the first-rate level, and it is unknown when he will be able to cultivate to that level.

Just as Qi Changqing was secretly envious, the senior brother surnamed Jiang spoke first:

"I wonder what your name is?"

"Jiang Jihai".

The man, dressed in a light blue plain shirt, immediately gave his name.

"Jiang Cheng."

After pondering for a moment and confirming that he had never heard of this person before, the senior student surnamed Jiang also revealed his name.

Seeing that a fight between the two was about to break out, the fat man, the thin man, and the old man helped each other to their feet, walked to the door, and stood up, holding onto the door frame, watching nervously.

Along with the three, the teahouse owner and waiter, along with a dozen or so brave tea drinkers who hadn't run away, also came to watch.

Without exception, while watching the battle, none of them dared to approach Jiang Cheng's three junior brothers and sisters. They all kept their distance, either crowding around other windows or blocking the doorway with the three old men.

As everyone watched with tense excitement, Jiang Cheng slowly drew his longsword and looked at Jiang Jihai opposite him, "Take out your weapons and make your move."

Jiang Jihai glanced at the longsword in Jiang Cheng's hand and shrugged. "I usually don't use weapons when I fight."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng felt slighted and sneered, "If that's the case, then let me have a good look at Brother Jiang's skills!"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Cheng swung his longsword and unleashed an arc of sword light at Jiang Jihai.

The sword flashed with a cold light, cutting through the rain wherever it passed!

Jiang Jihai smiled slightly, did not dodge, and directly extended his left hand, gathering his inner strength at the tips of his two fingers, and pointed at the sword light that was slashing horizontally.

The instant Jiang Jihai pointed out his two fingers, Qi Changqing saw that the tips of those two fingers had turned jade white!

A chilling aura emanated from Jiang Jihai's jade-white fingertips, directly clashing with the sword light that Jiang Cheng was unleashing.

The two attacks collided, instantly generating a massive airflow that rippled outwards.

As the onlookers were swept by the aftershocks of this airflow, they could clearly feel the bone-chilling cold and the sharp sword energy within it!

"So strong!"

A collective gasp of amazement rippled through the tea drinkers.

After that initial probing move, Jiang Cheng's gaze towards Jiang Jihai once again held a mixture of seriousness and fervor.

Such powerful finger techniques are rarely seen in the martial arts world!

Although he still couldn't figure out Jiang Jihai's background from this exchange, he could tell that Jiang Jihai's origins and lineage were anything but simple!

As the senior disciple of the inner sect of Xuanjian Pavilion, one of the four top sects of the Great Qian Dynasty, among all the martial artists of his generation in the entire martial arts world, there are no more than two people who can reliably defeat him!

This certainly does not include Jiang Jihai, whose name he had never heard of.

Suddenly encountering such a formidable opponent among his peers naturally ignited Jiang Cheng's interest and competitive spirit.

Therefore, Jiang Cheng went all out, transforming himself into a dazzling sword light and thrusting straight at Jiang Jihai!

"Hey! Did you have to be so ruthless?!"

Jiang Jihai immediately shouted, moved his feet lightly, and used a graceful and elegant movement to dodge the attack, avoiding a direct confrontation.

Unexpectedly, as if he had anticipated this, Jiang Cheng unleashed several more sword strikes while Jiang Jihai dodged.

This time, the sword energy that Jiang Cheng unleashed was quite different from the previous one. It was full of profound and lingering power. Wherever it passed, it gathered all the raindrops together, forming several water columns as thick as thighs!

The water columns meandered and swirled in mid-air, very agile, like thick water dragons, rushing towards Jiang Jihai.

Such a magnificent and powerful move left the tea drinkers speechless.

"I recognize this move! It's the 'Great River Sword Song' from the Suspended Sword Pavilion!!"

Upon hearing that someone recognized the move Jiang Cheng had used, the girl named Zi Yan snorted coldly and smiled smugly:

"You do have some skill! Senior Brother Jiang's 'Great River Sword Song' is only one step away from the Great Perfection! It's an honor for that kid surnamed Jiang to be defeated by this move!"

As they spoke, the several thick water dragons had already blocked all of Jiang Jihai's escape routes.

Just when all the tea drinkers thought Jiang Jihai was about to be hit by the water dragons and suffer a crushing defeat, Jiang Jihai suddenly stopped. When the several water dragons that were attacking from all directions were only three feet away from him, he stretched out his left hand again and pointed a finger at each water dragon with great speed.

This time, not only Qi Changqing, but every onlooker present clearly saw that Jiang Jihai's two outstretched fingers had turned into a nearly transparent jade color!

Her jade-like fingers, like dragonflies skimming the water, created ripples on the water dragon's body.

Where the ripples spread, the water instantly froze into ice!

In no time at all, the several thick water dragons, along with the true energy controlling them, were all frozen in mid-air.

Without the control of true energy, the ice dragon immediately fell from mid-air and shattered on the ground.

Before the onlookers could even be shocked, they saw Jiang Jihai move again, his body transforming into several afterimages, and in a flash he arrived in front of Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng suffered a significant backlash after his previous move was countered by Jiang Jihai. When he suddenly saw Jiang Jihai appear in front of him with incredible speed, he was startled and immediately swung his sword to strike.

The sword had barely reached mid-air when it was firmly clamped between Jiang Jihai's outstretched two fingers, preventing it from advancing an inch.

Seeing this, even if Jiang Cheng was unwilling, he had to admit that the other party's strength was superior to his.

"Brother Jiang, you are truly skilled! I have lost this battle!"

Jiang Cheng took a deep breath, suppressing his resentment and anger for the time being.

"I only managed to win by a hair's breadth."

Jiang Jihai smiled and released his two fingers. "Does the previous agreement still stand?"

Jiang Cheng replied sternly, "Of course it counts! Those three are yours to deal with, Brother Jiang."

After saying that, Jiang Cheng glanced at the teahouse, then turned and left without going back.

Upon seeing this, the three people traveling with him immediately asked the shopkeeper for four umbrellas, ran out of the teahouse, and chased after Jiang Cheng in the direction he had left.

After Jiang Cheng and the other three left, Jiang Jihai returned to the teahouse.

When the three men—one fat, one thin, and one old—saw Jiang Jihai return victorious, they immediately bowed, clasped their hands in thanks, and expressed their gratitude repeatedly.

Jiang Jihai gave a few perfunctory replies and dismissed the three men.

The rain had lessened considerably. Although the three had escaped danger, they were all injured and had no desire to linger in the teahouse. So they opened their umbrellas and helped each other out.

Seeing that there was no more excitement to watch and the room was in a mess, the remaining tea drinkers left one after another.

At this moment, besides the innkeeper and waiter who had wrinkled their faces and seemed about to cry, only Jiang Yuchuan, Qi Changqing, and Jiang Jihai remained in the teahouse.

Jiang Jihai did not return to his seat. Instead, he picked up the wine gourd on the table, moved a perfectly good stool over, and came to stand in front of Jiang Yuchuan.

"Drinking alone is really no fun. Would you two mind sharing a table?"

Although the tone was questioning, the person had already sat down.